It is quite dangerous to rush into the dream of one of them.

Angels above Sequence 2 are called slave gods in this era, and they are able to serve as subordinates of the ancient gods, and can open up mythical creatures without damage.

There was a proverb that said, "Thou shalt not look directly at God, thou shalt not look upon a higher being!"

Although it is theorized that Su Mo can maximize the benefits by using the Tranquil Gauntlet to fall asleep and use a backtracking opportunity to obtain information, in the face of an out-of-control angel, he may not have had time to explore in Sequence 5 and go crazy on the spot because he looks directly at his mythical form......

Only after Nouns was promoted to a demigod, his life and spirit changed qualitatively, and he gained divinity, even if he encountered this worst situation, he could hold on for a while longer, at least he would not die directly.

Su Mo had a hunch that something would come out of this festival celebration, perhaps in the middle of the celebration, or perhaps at the end of the celebration......

Most importantly, he still doesn't understand what this celebration is about.

But Su Mo didn't expect the answer to come so quickly.

Not long after Nornes fell asleep - it seemed that he had succeeded and his state was relatively stable, and in front of him, the original cheerful celebration of singing and dancing suddenly changed the style of painting.

When the moon rose to the highest point of the night sky, and when the head fell into a pale and bright light, a huge blood-colored rock was pushed to the center of the celebration, and under the reflection of dozens of bonfires around it, in the unusually neat cheers of the crowd, the black thorn pattern carved on the blood rock became more and more strange.

The inhabitants of Starfire put on their masks again, their emotions and movements becoming cold and stiff again, and the big drum continued to beat to a rhythm, but no longer had the emotions it had conveyed before, but only a monotonous and intense drum beat.

The dance of the gods begins.

People gather in the same footsteps, arms wave in a fixed rhythm, colorful clothes and bright and soft garlands are intertwined, and the steps and whirls show a confused color.

The loud voices of the crowd of prayers swept through the square, and the hoarse voices carried some predetermined fate into the distance:

"The power of fate......

"You are the past, the present, and the future......

"You are the cause, the effect, and the process......"

A cold awe arose in Su Mo's body.

The bright, day-light around him seemed to dim, and he felt his head begin to feel dizzy.

With the goal to be pointed to, the residents of Starfire Town continue to pray:

"I pray to you,

"Pray for your gifts,

"Pray that you will give me the strength of the 'man in the ring'......"

With the sound of fanatical prayers, the wreaths around everyone's necks suddenly came to life, and the soft and bright flowers quickly withered, extending out rootless and leafless stems.

The inhabitants of Starfire Town neatly stopped, bowing their heads reverently, allowing the slender stems of flowers to wrap around their bodies.

Then the flower stem suddenly straightened, and the knots that should have grown branches and leaves suddenly appeared with small mouths, baring their sharp teeth, and devouring the entangled flesh.

The slender flower stems that spread out, with dozens of small mouths up and down, quickly sucked the blood, gnawed the flesh, piece by piece, piece by piece, the flesh was peeled off, and the white bones could be seen.

The bright flowers that have withered have gradually become rich and fresh when they hang down.

Su Mo witnessed the residents of Starfire Town in front of him turn into a group of bone shelves hung with shredded cloth and strips of meat in a short period of time.

There were no screams of pain, no twisted wails, they still maintained a reverent and silent posture, the same fanatical expression on their faces as they lost their support and their unattachable masks fell to the ground.

And then, the unthinkable happened—

The bones who had been standing silently suddenly moved, and they struggled to raise their heads to look at the gloomy and dead silvery moon overhead.

The garlands around their necks and the stems of the flowers trembling around their bodies, as if something had been absorbed into the bodies of the townspeople, and the pile of bones had reborn flesh, then blood vessels, organs, internal organs—and finally skin that had wrapped around them.

After the bright flowers withered, the small mouths of the flower stems poked out again, eating their flesh.

The flowers bloom again, then wither.

The townsfolk were reduced to bones, then recovered.

The whole process is like an endless tug-of-war that cannot be terminated and cannot be stopped.

Su Mo looked at the scene in front of him in horror and silence, he felt that he was suppressed in place by an invisible force, and his soul had a feeling of suffocation, but his heart was diametrically opposed.

Maybe it's numbness......

Perhaps that force was not malicious......

It was the screams of the Nornes that finally upset the balance.

He woke up from his dream, his red eyes revealing real pain, and his expression was hideous and terrifying.

Nornes' body began to expand like a balloon, as the surface of the new flesh began to disintegrate......

Before he completely lost control, he drove the last of his sanity to open his mouth and spit out a word with difficulty:

"Ocean ......"

The tug-of-war ahead was as if the pause button had been pressed.

The small mouth of the flower stem stopped biting, and the residents of Starfire turned around silently and in unison.

Turn around in this direction.

Silently and neatly, they raised their skeleton arms and removed most of their missing heads from their garland-wearing necks.

The picture freezes again.

It's dark all around.

It's also cold all around.

Su Mo smelled the strange smell of death again, the smell of the earth after the tide receded.

He heard again the dull and rhythmic voice, like a vague voice from a distant land:

Long, slow, and poignant, like a mournful wail, like a howl.

The voice was high and low, echoing across the empty and desolate sea, everything seemed to be expecting something, but everything was gone.

Su Mo's eyes darkened...... Then quickly sober up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, his body was blasted out by a strong force, and he fell heavily to the ground and rolled around a few times before stopping.

It was Nornes who made the shot.

After punching Sumer, Nornes covered his head in pain, stood in place and staggered a few steps, and squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Quick...... Run ......"

Su Mo's eyes froze, and he directly got up and unfurled the dark wings-

Rushed to the Nornes.

"Gloves of Tranquility!" He roared hoarsely against the wind, "Throw me your glove of tranquility!" ”

Noons froze, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

Su Mo took the opportunity to get closer, and when he passed Nornes, he quickly removed the gloves that were as thin as cicada's wings, and did not even brake to stop, but circled around him for half a circle to adjust his direction, and then turned and ran.

His goal was clear, under the cliff at the end of the lawn at the end of the rock bed—

The "wood" that rolled under the waves......

The toy which was used for frolic by "seals......

The mutilated corpse that was gray and desolate......

He, no, He is the master of this space, struggling with humanity that has not died!

If you want to break the game, you must awaken the remaining humanity of this fellow!

"Where do you want to go?"

In a trance, Su Mo seemed to hear the cold voices of Prute and Laval, but he didn't pay attention to it, just instigated the dark wings behind him to fly desperately, fly fast-

Although they were in hot pursuit and fell behind, Pruet and Laval did not turn around on the spot and start the next backtrack......

A realization quietly rose in Su Mo's heart: perhaps time rewind was not a constraint, but a means of protection, used to interrupt the ominousness of the critical moment and delay the progress of their assimilation......

For, like that tug-of-war, He could not stop this assimilation......

Ahead of him was a cliff covered with stones, Su Mo turned around and swooped down the cliff, facing the huge dark red sun, a combination of "full moon" and "flash", and snatched the mutilated corpse from the mouth of the "seals".

Su Mo continuously launched the "flash", and ran out of the range of the "full moon" illumination, and the heart he raised was slightly relaxed.

At this moment, a hand ...... Or rather, a piece of white bone climbed up to his shoulder and patted it gently.

Su Mo paused and turned his head slowly.

I saw the mutilated corpse that he was carrying on his shoulder, and the face that was missing most of it turned around at some point, and a stiff smile appeared at the corner of his mouth that was close at hand and faintly visible.

Su Mo was silent for a moment, smiled calmly, stretched out his right hand wearing a quiet glove, and held the white bone that greeted him.